the varnish is about to crack
you know this love ain't growin' back
the varnish is about to peel
this is how I feel

is the surface, a cult you wanna breed
and convey to the people in the street
is the heartache truely gone
don't no one else feel this alone

did the monsters creep out of your head
did they break your flesh or settle for your bed
they're like cannibals, you know
they'll screw you good, then kill you slow

when the majors get a taste of you
they will clean your bones without further ado
we're all animals you know
it's just the way it seems to go

and it's always like this
when you like what you do
then someone comes up
and tries to make it all crap and sheit for you

what do you think there is to be misunderstood
I have failed your design just like I knew I would
every step of the way I have tried to stay clear
but you get in my face 'bout a dozen times a year
up until this moment I have kept things in check
but the next time around i will snap your fucking neck
I will snap your fucking neck (4x)

I'm talking 'bout the industry
and how I don't fit in
I'm not exceptional
I'm too conceptual

you think you got a better plan (that)
I can't understand
I'm not respectable
I'm too conceptual

and when I fall back 
I'm gonna reach out
I'm not succeptable
I'm too conceptual

I'm gonna stand out
right where you bailed out
I'm not a spectacle
I'm too conceptual for the likes of you